This choice: John takes the ring for himself. • Go Back... John would have been able to overpower the thin and weak Alex even before his strength had been increased by the ring. Now, though, prying open Alex's hand and sliding the ring off her finger was like taking candy from a baby. Once he had it in his hand he shoved Alex and she went sprawling on the ground. John laughed and slid the ring on his finger. His eyes went wide as he felt a surge of energy coarse through his body.
"Hey, that's mine!!" Becca pouted.
"How did you even get this ring?" John paused and listened as if someone was whispering in his ear. "Oh, you just found it a few minutes ago. Well, I've decided it's mine now. Perhaps I'll grant you a wish or two, if you're a good girl."
Becca gave John a deadly stare, but then realized that playing along was the only chance she had and forced a smile onto her face.
"That's my girl. Let's go back to my place." He wrapped his thick arm around Becca's waist and guided her back toward his dorm.
Alex got to her feet and watched John and Becca leave. She vowed to herself she would get her ring back and win Mark's heart, after making those two pay.
- - -
While just about every student in the dorms were doubled up, John had a room all to himself. Before the semester began he had convinced the football coach that he would play much better without the distractions a roommate would cause. The coach pulled a few strings and there was a last minute assignment change so that the student scheduled to be John's roommate was moved across campus to the older dorms.
It was this privacy John was glad to have now as he and Becca entered. John went straight to a mirror and pulled his shirt off. He examined his enlarged pectorals and chiseled abs. He curled his arms inward and grunted with authority.
Becca simply sat and watched. She wanted to just take the ring back, but she new she had to wait. Her chance would come.
"Ring," John said, "can you make my muscles even bigger?"
A voice that only John could hear responded, "Of course I can. Would you care to specify how much bigger?"
"An extra 30 pounds, no 60!"
No sooner were the words out of John's mouth than his body began expanding. He swelled from an amateur middleweight bodybuilder right up beyond a professional heavyweight. His pants split open around titanic thighs bigger than as Becca's waist. His chest surged forward somewhat obscuring his view of his lower body (unless he leaned far forward) while his arms ballooned into giant limbs measuring 25 inches around.
Just as suddenly as his growth began it stopped leaving John a pulsing, bulging mass of muscle going through flex after flex watching his own reflection and feeling the rock hardness of his body.
Becca walked up behind John and ran her hands through the grooves and ridges of his expansive back. In response he put his hands on his hips and spread his lats which flared like wings. He looked back over his shoulder and grinned at Becca.
"Like what you see, babe?" he asked. "Here, feel this." He turned and flexed his arm holding it out for her to touch.
Becca ran her fingers over the swollen bicep peak and squeezed. Her nipples tightened and she became aroused by John's giant muscles. She loved strong big, men and right now John was the biggest and strongest she'd ever seen. She moved her hands from John's arm to his meaty chest and ran them around the wide curve of his pectorals. She was lost in his body; she wanted his thick arms wrapped around her. She was about to melt into him when she shook her head and knocked herself out of her trance. She had to remain focused on the ring.
"Baby," she said looking up into his eyes, "do you think I could have a turn with it?" She placed her hand on his and felt the gold band around his finger.
John frowned. "Maybe when I'm done. Now stand back. There's another muscle that needs some growing." John gave Becca a little push which sent her stumbling backward where she landed on John's bed.
John reached down and pulled his pants apart rending the few remaining rags. He now stood clad in only grey boxer briefs. "Ring," he said, "I want you to make my dick bigger. It should be a foot long when it's hard and twice as thick as it is now. Also make my balls twice as large." The bulge in his underwear, average by all accounts, quickly grew until it looked like he had stuffed a grapefruit in his pants. John couldn't see his crotch around his inflated pecs, but the feeling was incredible. He reached down and cupped his new equipment grinning with excitement.
Becca was having trouble focusing again. John has the hottest body she'd ever seen and it was getting more incredible all the time. But she still wanted the ring back.
"How about now, can I try it on now?" she pleaded.
"You know babe, I think you should just trust that I'll take care of you. You don't need to worry about anything. I'll take care of you."
"But-"
"In fact," John said with a realization, "I think it's best if you just forget about the ring all together. Ring, can you do that? Make Becca forget you exist."
Becca's eyes went wide, "Wait, no!" Then she paused for a moment as she stared off into space. When she blinked and looked back at John her mouth dropped open. "John! Baby how did you get so big? Holy shit, your muscles look amazing!!"
John frowned. Becca's reaction would be the same as anyone else he ran across. He needed to find a way to make it so his new size didn't attract the wrong kind of attention.
"I can do that." the ring spoke in John's head.
"Really?" John thought. "Could you change the past so that people think I've always been really buff?"
"Of course. It is no matter to me. People won't just think you've been muscular for years, it'll be reality."
"Let's do it " John said aloud.
Becca opened her mouth to ask what they were doing (her hope was sex) when a shimmer came over the room. John noticed that the room around him was changing. His bed became larger and the desk in the corner vanished becoming a weight bench and a rack of very large free weights. John's eyes lit up when he saw a poster appear on the wall that featured him wearing a tiny speedo and flexing insanely ripped muscles. The poster was surrounded by clippings from bodybuilder magazines with photos and articles about John's new (new to him, anyway) life as a professional bodybuilder. And one of the biggest and strongest at that.
He scanned the room then himself. He saw in the mirror the he was still only wearing underwear but they were now briefs, and very tight ones at that.
"So, can I have it?" Becca asked.
"What?" John looked at her, still sitting on the bed. How could she still be asking for the ring. He had cleared it from her mind.
"You know what," she said then reached out and grabbed a handful of his briefs and pulled him close. She reached inside and took hold of his thick cock which reacted to her touch by hardening into a foot long erection. She guided the head into her mouth and sucked. A shiver ran up John's spine and he put his hands on either side of her head to guide her along the length of his shaft. Becca slid her hands all over John's quads then back to his penis again, stroking the long hard pole and causing John to moan with pleasure.
John turned to his side and watched his reflection in the full length mirror that was mounted there. The man he saw was an absolute beast, a powerhouse to tower above all others. He'd always wanted Becca because she was the hottest girl at school, but he constantly had to put up with her crap: take her shopping, take her to dinner, listen to her blab about all her cheerleader bullshit. But not anymore. No longer would he have to play any games to get sex, she would beg for him. Seconds into his new body and she already was. And he would have the hottest girls. Heck, he could invent new girls sexier and more willing to let him have his way. He could start right now with Becca and she'd never even know it.
Then John examined his insane bulges. His tree trunk legs that dwarfed Becca's entire torso. His thick chest that looked bullet proof. His massive arms that screamed of strength and power. He was enormous but the desire for even more was rising inside him. Why should he settle for simply huge? Why, for that matter, was he even still in college. He had only gone there to play football, but now he could make himself a pro. He could have anything and everything. But where to start?  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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